Some waves are top-heavy, like an over-inflated nightclub dancer with no hips and a boys butt, struggling to stay upright as she struts on down the stage. Some lift their big booty up onto that reef and sit a spell - and the old-timers sigh, “Hard bottom turn will tame that mature lady.” Some waves sashay in and the rock reef teeth nibble away the base so you’re left with the ultimate topless performer, tattooed and frisky, and the thruster boys moan, “Trestles, she’s my favorite, if I slip you this fiver will you dance only with me?” But the real gentlemen get to know the total woman, and are rewarded with the pearl in the unveiled clam-shell cleft. Sleep tight amigos…
Bah you said pearl in a clamshell!! I’ve been searching for the little man in the boat!
and some are merely cruel little things who will take ya to the cleaners without so much as a kind word…
http://fbates.home.comcast.net/biteme.jpg - my home break
Nice tube! Is that break on the Cape?
That it is - Wellfleet, I believe.
Seeing as you’re pretty much my contemporary , I’d bet you’d enjoy the rest of http://fbates.home.comcast.net/ , which we put together from my pal Rico’s photos and such from then and more recently. There are still days like that…
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